Benediction

What is living is the space
Between my mouth and your ear;
Between your hand and my eye.

What is living is the space
Where our molecules vibrate;
Where our electrons transfer;
Where your image is refracted
Onto the red retina of my eye.

What is living? This space.
As you breathe in what I breathe out,
The impromptu organism forms
Pulsing at the crossing of live wires.

Watch it creep out into the street.
Watch it pervade the electric night.